When he awoke, he felt as if he’d been churning round all night in a giant washing machine. But at least he’d come to a decision.
‘What are you doing today, honey?’ Carlene asked. She was back to her normal self, rifling through her wardrobe for the hundredth time as she tried to decide what to wear to work.
‘Just the usual – slay a few dragons, ravish a few maidens, then after breakfast I’ll do the really exciting stuff.’
‘Like vacuuming?’
‘I was thinking more along the lines of the usual job searching, but vacuuming sounds more fun.’
Carlene stepped into a black skirt, wiggled it over her hips and zipped it up. Then she turned back to the wardrobe and peered into it again, as if expecting some item of clothing she hadn’t seen before to suddenly manifest itself.
‘I’m sure a man of y
